Free to a good home, because I hate her.
I’m not a crazy cat lady, but I do like cats. I hate this one.
We call her “Hissy Kitty” due to the constant/annoying/ear numbing MEEEEEOOWMEEEEOOWWmeeowMEEEEEOWWW.
And she bites your fingers when you take scraps out, trying to get the first bite before the dogs.
And she hangs on the screen when we eat supper, peering in at our table.
And she runs into the garage and I have to sweep her out with my broom… every.single.time.
The last straw, she hid in the garage after Newt parked my car in. He didn’t notice Hissy Kitty and left her locked in overnight.
I know she poo-ed in my garage, I just can’t find it.
Free to a
good any home!